Things go from bad to worse for Clarke.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
[Seventh Seal] Page 66 - Chapter 5
Page 2
Row 1 Box1 1 Horus sits on his throne
watching the scene in the church through the scrying pool.
Horus: We saw who you really were in
the beginning.
Box 2 One of the dispossessed souls in
the pool in chains looks back up through the water at Horus.
Horus: We value the strength of the
individual. The natural order of nature and the freedom to take its
course. You still seek to impose your will upon it.
Row 2 Box 1 Klery sits in front of the
alter, kneeling.
Narration: You cannot stop a Hurricane,
or an Earth Quake…
Box 2 The soul looks away from Horus’s
gaze looking down at it, dejected.
Narration: And you cannot stop us.
Row 3 Box 1 Jesra, Vesuvius and Sluice
run down a narrow alleyway.
Box 2 Sluice follows Vesuvius vague
pointing and they run toward the church.
Box 3 As they enter the doors, they see
Klery and twenty trolls behind her watching her.
Box 4 Vesuvius, Jesra and Sluice lay on
either side, with their backs to the wall, and a clear view of the
trolls in front of them, heads turned toward the middle, with a clear
expression of fear on their faces, more so in the case of Vesuvius
and Sluice.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
New Story - Snail Summer and Long Time Passing
Available here and here.
Snail Summer is a coming of age story of the classic variety, but set in a far future where Opsa's Cousin Kili comes from a distant start to visit her family's farm. There are strange snails that mimic the faces of screaming children when frightened and the two of them want to find out why.
Long Time Passing is a love story in a future in which immortality is a curse for those without funds. The only way to gain a fortune to marry the woman he loves is to banish himself to a remote outpost deep in space for a thousand years.
Snail Summer is a coming of age story of the classic variety, but set in a far future where Opsa's Cousin Kili comes from a distant start to visit her family's farm. There are strange snails that mimic the faces of screaming children when frightened and the two of them want to find out why.
Long Time Passing is a love story in a future in which immortality is a curse for those without funds. The only way to gain a fortune to marry the woman he loves is to banish himself to a remote outpost deep in space for a thousand years.
Monday, April 7, 2014
[Naked City Atlanta] Hate
Snu Snu the hate bear was having a hard time with all of the negativity in her life. She got none of the most excellent merchandising that her more positive cousins did. You could sell a stare, but the Hate Bear 357 Magnum didn't really do well outside of the Sunday gun and knife show crowds. And do you want to know what a person does to a stuffed snarling bear right after they buy a knife or a gun?
It isn't hugging, that's for fraggling sure. And seriously? What was the point of being the natural enemy of positive reinforcing ursine when you couldn't even mother trucking sod ram swear properly due to the decision about what was or was not age appropriate for young impressionable mind? So hate speech was OK. So teaching kids to group the world into categories of good or bad, that was OK. To exploit thousands of children who made the little dolls that were sold so the brother lucking executive at the company could have his corporate jet was OK
But Rod forbid little Timmy might have his ears profaned with a single word not on the For the Children's Special Purity Associations list of words that was aok. There was magic in children's toys. Everyone knew that. What they didn't know was just how much the Other Mucking company executives knew about it and Cull Mucked the toys as soon as they made them.
Made to be bad. That was Snu Snu. Made to be an eternal second banana to bears that sucked and weren't really cute. They couldn't even make matching foes...instead of things like Greed Bear and Fear Bear, it was nono the hate dolphin...really? A hate dolphin? Had the idiot who thought this up ever even MET a dolphin? Hoho the hate chicken was amusing.
Chickens just sucked.
But Frothy the hate Pangolin? Wrackles the Hate Elepahnt? No wonder they weren't selling. And when you weren't selling, your spirit just faded away, but never quite death. No, not death, just a lingering awareness of how much you sucked and how much it hurt when Bubba and Billy got drunk on a sunday afternoon and did unspeakable things to Snu Snu with a knife.
Of course, Snu Snu might not be able to swear, but Snu Snu did have the Hate 357 Magnum...and the home address of a certain executive. And Snu Snu knew love for the first time in her life as the Dog Lambed Blood splattered all over the wall with said executives lack of brains....
And they all lived happily ever after.
It isn't hugging, that's for fraggling sure. And seriously? What was the point of being the natural enemy of positive reinforcing ursine when you couldn't even mother trucking sod ram swear properly due to the decision about what was or was not age appropriate for young impressionable mind? So hate speech was OK. So teaching kids to group the world into categories of good or bad, that was OK. To exploit thousands of children who made the little dolls that were sold so the brother lucking executive at the company could have his corporate jet was OK
But Rod forbid little Timmy might have his ears profaned with a single word not on the For the Children's Special Purity Associations list of words that was aok. There was magic in children's toys. Everyone knew that. What they didn't know was just how much the Other Mucking company executives knew about it and Cull Mucked the toys as soon as they made them.
Made to be bad. That was Snu Snu. Made to be an eternal second banana to bears that sucked and weren't really cute. They couldn't even make matching foes...instead of things like Greed Bear and Fear Bear, it was nono the hate dolphin...really? A hate dolphin? Had the idiot who thought this up ever even MET a dolphin? Hoho the hate chicken was amusing.
Chickens just sucked.
But Frothy the hate Pangolin? Wrackles the Hate Elepahnt? No wonder they weren't selling. And when you weren't selling, your spirit just faded away, but never quite death. No, not death, just a lingering awareness of how much you sucked and how much it hurt when Bubba and Billy got drunk on a sunday afternoon and did unspeakable things to Snu Snu with a knife.
Of course, Snu Snu might not be able to swear, but Snu Snu did have the Hate 357 Magnum...and the home address of a certain executive. And Snu Snu knew love for the first time in her life as the Dog Lambed Blood splattered all over the wall with said executives lack of brains....
And they all lived happily ever after.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
[Seventh Seal] Chapter 5 - Page 65
Row 1 Klery walks amidst a row of
marching trolls, not seeing them.
Narration: It is the unseen that makes
us powerful.
Row 2 Klery walks past several cops
while the trolls surround her. The cops are pushed out of the way.
Narration: They do not understand the
stakes or the magic of the seals. They have fought a war half brain
dead, and now somehow through luck they have managed to give
themselves a chance.
Row 3 Klery walks into a church, and
the trolls hesitate at the edge, held back by an invisible barrier.
Narration: I cannot allow ignorance to
triumph. It was their ignorance that nearly destroyed everything the
first time. It is the symbols that matter.
Row 4
Box 1 The troll takes an axe and cuts
into the barrier.
Narration: It is the symbols pertinent
to the world itself.
Box 2 The troll steps inside and the
others follow behind.
Narration: Not the brand of good and
evil that they want to impose upon it.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Chapters 5 and 6 will continue soon
But I haven't had time to lay out the preposts yet. Look here again Thursday for the finish.
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